Friday, 15 November 2013

rambling on about … my novel writing journey … day fifteen

DAY FIFTEEN- FRIDAY

Words written today – 2,056

Total words written – 30,854

Words remaining – 19,146

Days remaining – 16

This week has flown by. After a shakey start my confidence returned and I have been averaging about 2,000 words a day, regardless of my despair at the beginning of the week I have stuck at it because I don’t want to fail – it is important to me to finish this project. When it is over I have realised that I need to practice story writing more, even if it is only short stories – I have found my weak spots over the last couple of weeks, things that I really need to work on. I also want to study some of my favourite books and see how they have been put together, and what it is about them that I enjoy. I want to write a book that I would enjoy reading. I read all the time, most of the books are average, but somewhere in all the dross a little gem pops up that captures my imagination – that is what I am aiming for – a dramatic and lyrical novel. Maybe I won’t achieve it this time – who am I kidding – I definitely won’t – but maybe one day.

Onwards and upwards!

During the month of November, whilst I am joining in with The National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) attempting to write a 50,000 word draft novel, I will be posting about my progress (or not) every day. I have removed the comment box so as not to have too many distractions, but will switch it back on again at the end of the month, when, hopefully, I will have completed my mission.

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I am a day dreamer and romantic. I like to write stories and poetry, read a good book, and tend my garden. I live deep in the heart of the countryside and love being surrounded by all that nature has to offer. My camera and journal are never far from my side as I try to record each and every moment of what is important to me.

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The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood ... a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ~ Katherine Mansfield